Perhaps the Eden Garden, foretold so many years afore,
when disobedience became a chastening rod?
Maybe to lend a hand and back, like the Beast Of Burden
did for the toilsome task at hand?
To mix mind and intellect to discern the deeper
things of life?
To add a hue of color to balance out the tender
shade of pale?
To season the taste of the thing mundane?
To lend a spirit of suffering and the joy of recovery?
There's One who knows full well, Why?
Because wisdom is the Principle Thing.